tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36218707863631650372024-03-20T04:25:52.605-07:00Mo' rockin with John MathenaJohn Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-53987588071662971082017-09-25T12:25:00.001-07:002017-09-25T12:25:54.170-07:00Weeks 12, 13, and 14: My Birthday and a Trip to the DesertHello all! Long time, no see. Things got very busy over here very quickly so the frequency of my blogs diminished quite a bit but I'm back and have plenty to talk about. My Birthweek was incredible and filled with many well wishes, lots of singing, cakes, and topped off with a trip to the desert, which I will talk about in detail in a bit. Classes are now in full swing and this week is actually the first week that we will be attending our direct enrollment classes. I will be attending a Social and Psycholinguistics class as well as a Semiotics class and will choose one to attend regularly. The college experience here as you can imagine is quite different from my personal experience at UMD. For one, there is essentially no interaction between the professors and the students during class. The professor shows up, lectures, and leaves. No discussion. No clickers. None of that. Additionally, the entirety of your grade is the final exam and as a result apparently some Moroccans don't really go to lectures. Ok, so maybe its not super different from some stereotypes of US college classes but it was a little shocking for me to hear.<br />
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I also finally have gotten my Community Service position up and running. I am working in a Community center essentially as a librarian for the time being. There are some PhD Linguistics students coming to the center in October to work on some sort of long term project for the semester so I am going to dialogue with them and determine if we can collaborate on a project. But until then, I will be categorizing the brand new library using the Dewey Decimal System and helping kids find books whenever they show up.<br />
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And finally, the desert. Without a doubt, it was one of the most breathtaking and surreal places I have ever visited. I didn't really know what to expect with regards to our accommodations but if you can imagine taking a pretty chic European hotel and plopping it in the middle of the Sahara desert (which literally means "desert" desert btw as "Sahara" means desert in Arabic) that's basically where I stayed. The first evening, I walked out back of the hotel which lets you out immediately to the Sahara and the dunes to do some stargazing until my wonderful Resident Director pointed me toward a dune far enough away that my view was not polluted by light if I laid down. It was simply incredible. The next day we went on a tour of the desert in 4x4s and that we took an obligatory uncomfortable camel ride to a camp in the desert. The next morning, some of us got up bright and early to climb an 800 meter dune to watch the sunrise over the Sahara. Many pictures can be found on Facebook and I highly recommend all of them. Sometimes, when I look at them it's hard to believe I was there. I would highly recommend Merzouga to any fellow Morocco travelers. It is well worth the fact that it is quite off the beaten path!<br />
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All for now,<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-69701474657837596922017-09-03T05:21:00.000-07:002017-09-03T05:21:01.067-07:00Week 11: Eid al-Adha and the First Week of Fall ClassesHello Everyone! Welcome back to another edition of John in Meknes! This week's adventures included getting used to new classes and eating sheep intestines. I'll leave it up to you to decide which was more exciting.<br />
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I had been hearing from many people that the Fall semester really kicks things up a notch, for obvious reasons. Our language abilities at this point are pretty advanced so sitting us down and having us memorize vocab lists from a textbook doesn't really cut it anymore. Therefore in addition to having the usual Formal Arabic class we also had a choice between Women in Arab Society and Arabic Literature content courses, both taught in Arabic. I chose Literature as I mentioned in previous posts and my literature teacher also happens to be my Egyptian Arabic teacher from the summer and my Formal Arabic teacher for the fall (and my Egyptian Arabic teacher for the Fall). Here's to hoping that Essam doesn't get tired of my puns and goofiness and want to end me come December. In all honesty, Essam's a wonderful person and a great teacher like all the teachers at the center and I anticipate a great semester ahead for us both. Our usual Formal Arabic class will also focus more on reading and listening to authentic Arabic texts, as we did in the summer, but with more of a focus on higher level analysis and discussion of these works and use of more complicated grammatical structures and phrases to push our speaking and writing to the professional level. Our Moroccan and Egyptian Arabic classes will focus more on specific social issues as opposed to learning vocab and phrases relevant to certain tasks or social situations. For our first Moroccan Arabic class we watched a video interviewing young Moroccans about how they have dealt with the job search post graduation (very easy to relate to) and discussed those issues in comparison with our experiences with the job search process in the US. I still have not started my community service or my direct enrollment class but I will be beginning my community service this week (direct enrollment won't start until the University classes begin).<br />
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In addition to acclimating to a new schedule, I was also able to experience Eid al-Adha for the first time in an Muslim country. For those who do not know, Eid al-Adha (or Eid al-Kibir) is the Muslim holiday based on the story of Ibrahim (Abraham) who was willing to sacrifice his son, Ismael, to Allah (God) as a demonstration of his faith. In the end, Allah allowed the sacrifice of a sheep instead of Ismael so each year Muslims around the world sacrifice a sheep, goat, cow, or camel. It is also tradition in many Muslim countries to give a part of the meat to the poor, a part to your neighbors and extended family, and keep the last part for yourself. After witnessing the sacrifice in the morning (not as bad as I thought it would be), we spent most of the day cleaning the roof where we sacrificed the sheep and prepared various parts and organs for cooking. For lunch we ate bulfaaf (liver wrapped in sheep fat), the heart, the lungs, and some chicken all barbecued on kebabs. It was all delicious but my personal favorite was the heart. For dinner we ate a stew with the stomach and intestines and other insides and I just could not get over the texture or the smell. When the butcher that helped with the slaughter was cleaning the sheep, he and my host father had to empty the stomach and intestines of all the poop and I could not rid my mind of that image or smell as I ate the stew. Yesterday, I ate the shoulder and leg and some other fantastic parts of the sheep and I would highly recommend those to any fans of tasty meaty treats out there. The brain is also pretty flavorful even if the texture is a little slimy. As always keep the questions coming and I'll be back next week!<br />
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All for now,<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-16371644030327528212017-08-28T07:44:00.000-07:002017-08-28T07:44:12.738-07:00Weeks 9 and 10: End of Summer testing and Beach week!Hello Everyone! I hope you all missed me. I have officially started the fall semester after spending a very relaxing week on the North Moroccan coast in a beach town called Asilah. My loyal followers may recognize the name of the town from my travels in Morocco two summers ago. I even stayed in the same Hostel. In addition to spending 4 blissful days on the beach (and finishing two books), my classmates and I went clubbing in Tangier and spent a couple days exploring the old medina in Asilah as well as the secondhand clothing markets. We arrived in Tangier around 11:30pm thinking the clubs started getting busy around midnight but little did we know that peak club time in Tangier is between 1:30am and 2:30am, which normally is waaaay past my bedtime. Nonetheless, it was one of the most enjoyable nights (or mornings I guess I could say since we didn't get back to our hostel in Asilah until about 4:45am) of my trip thus far. I have an abbreviated week due to Eid al-Adha (al-Kibiir) with roughly translates to Day of Sacrifice, where my host family will be slaughtering a goat. I have never experienced this holiday in an Arab country before so I will be sure to give a detailed description in my next post to give you all a more holistic picture of its traditions and what not. Since many families eat all the of goat and obviously do not want to waste anything I have heard descriptions of many different interesting meat dishes that I will be sure to share with you all next week! Thanks for reading and keep the questions coming!<br />
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All for now,<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-45653452652588506932017-08-14T06:40:00.001-07:002017-08-14T06:40:24.700-07:00Week 8: Last week of classes for the summer!Hello Everyone! I can't believe I'm saying this but I have finished my summer classes and in two weeks will be moving onto Fall classes. I believe I went into some detail about what the fall will entail course-wise so I won't elaborate on that. It's been an incredibly beneficial summer in which my Arabic has improved a lot in a very short period of time so I am very excited to see what will happen in the fall and spring. I noticed two questions in the comments of my last blog post.<br />
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1 - What classes are there at the Community center?<br />
2 - What classes are offered at the gym?<br />
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In regards to the first questions I do not know for sure but the director definitely talked about there being Writing and Reading and Computer Literacy classes but he also added that if we would like to lead special seminars on topics of interest with the older kids and adults then we are more than welcome. He was also creating spaces for art and dance and music classes to eventually make their way into the center. In terms of what I would do if I had to teach it would really depend on what the kids want. I'm simply at the center to interact with the community and use Arabic rather than to teach the children topics I personally consider important or interesting. I don't consider it appropriate for me to enter their space and say here's what you need to know. If they want to learn a little more about a topic I have some background in that's a difference story. I also am not super interested in teaching a class by myself but who knows? That may change.<br />
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My gym, judging by the music that always seems to be blasting whenever I go, has a lot of dance classes. There is also a pool (which I do not have access to, costs extra, I'm cheap) and I believe they have swimming classes and water aerobics and the like as I see many fairly large groups of people coming and going. Other gyms in the city have similar classes and even some martial arts. A good friend goes to a kickboxing class at her gym a couple times a week and they've already gotten into sparring. So there seems to be a good bit of variety in what classes gyms in Meknes offer but the offerings also vary by gender and many gyms have separate (at times less convenient) hours for women.<br />
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As always, thanks for reading and keep the questions coming (feel free to ask about anything). Next week I will probably discuss my upcoming beach trip and plans for the break.<br />
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All for now,<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-47781268217676392372017-08-06T03:42:00.000-07:002017-08-06T03:42:03.363-07:00Week 7: Winding down to the End of the summer programHello everyone! Well I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm already almost done with the summer! This upcoming week is our last week of classes complete with a final recording for our Moroccan Arabic class (~10 minutes covering 5 different cultural topics like souqs, clothing, music, etc.) and a final paper for Modern Standard Arabic (800-1000 words). The last week of the summer program involves final interviews, signing up for fall content courses and direct enrollment classes, and finalizing community service placements. I will most likely be volunteering at a local community center potentially teaching (hopefully not, I don't particularly want to work with kids but I'm always flexible). The director of the center knows some doctoral students in Linguistics who may want to do some sort of project with me so more details on that will follow as I get them.<br />
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This past week I finally joined a gym and its really invigorated my daily routine. The gym's not the fanciest in the world but it gets the job done. My main issue is the club also has group classes which would be fine but they blast odd remixes of Western techno and 80s music so regardless of what's in my headphones I get to listen to odd remixes of Western techno and 80s music. Additionally, there are no clips for the barbells to hold the weights but I haven't had any problems as of yet. At first the fact that everything was in kilograms threw me off but I got used to that fairly quickly. The last major issue is there are about 3 or 4 different styles of dumbbells and some styles have complete pairs and some don't so you have to mix and match but the more difficult part is you have to guess the weight cause only 1 or 2 of the styles are labelled. As much as I seem to be complaining about this place, its maybe a minute from my host family's place and its like 16 bucks a month. There are cheaper places but I'm paying for the convenience of a close place so I can't talk myself out of going (I went 4 days last week so I think it's working!).<br />
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That's all for now. As always questions, comments, and concerns are always welcome!<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-32906196474705923952017-07-30T05:21:00.001-07:002017-07-30T05:21:37.356-07:00Weeks 5 and 6: Second trip to Rabat and Gearing up for the endLong time no see! Sorry I neglected to post last week. I normally take my Sundays to make these posts but we left around 9am and did not return until late Sunday night so alas, I did not write a post.<br />
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At the end of the last post I was asked if I would go back to the Hammam and if Moroccans usually eat late. To the first question, I will go back but not in the summer. It's too damn hot to go back in the summer as going from 105 degree into a sauna and strenuously scrubbing yourself is a helluva time and it makes me feel clean but it's a bit too hot. I've heard its great to go in the fall when its cooler and the sauna and scrubbing warms you up and feels refreshing but at the same time it gets more crowded and the one thing I hate more than crowds is being sweaty and wet...and in a crowd...of equally sweaty and wet men. But nonetheless everyone goes so it can't be that bad.<br />
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On the topic of dinner, yes most Moroccans tend to eat pretty late but after awhile you kind of get used to it. The only downside is I usually wake up in the early morning hours having to pee. Then again this happens fairly often even in the US, as those who know me will tell you, because I have a tiny bladder and drink a lot (usually water and coke and juice here because there's not much in the way of beer, especially with the Host fam, very haram).<br />
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This week, I have a debate to moderate for my formal Arabic class and next week as well as final presentations and interviews for Moroccan and Egyptian Arabic classes in the next two weeks. Only two more weeks of class before final exams and then summer break!<br />
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All for now,<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-90915092674964771812017-07-16T08:16:00.002-07:002017-07-16T08:16:51.203-07:00Week 4: All the dialects and all the homeworkHello everyone! I just capped off my first month back in Morocco with a trip to the hammam. For those who don't know, a hammam is basically a spa, but unlike in the US, both men and women frequent hammams and they are gender specific. The layouts of hammams vary somewhat but in general they are like big shower rooms with a single sauna room. You usually start by spreading a special olive or argan oil infused soap over your entire body. You can do this yourself or pay someone to do it for you. After sitting in the sauna for a few minutes you use a rough wash cloth called a "kish" to scrub all off the dead skin off your body. After that you finish with a shampoo and body wash of your choice. You can either bring shampoo and body wash with you or buy some there but not all hammams sell shampoo and body wash. It's about 20 or 30 MAD (2-3 USD) to go and 40 to 50 MAD (4-5 USD) if you want someone to do the scrubbing.<br />
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This past week was our first week of Formal, Egyptian, and Moroccan Arabic all together. Every day we have 4 hours of class for a total of 20 hours a week. We have 2 hours per day of Formal Arabic and 2 hours of a dialect. On Mondays and Wednesdays, we have Moroccan Arabic and Formal Arabic. Tuesdays and Thursdays we get Egyptian Arabic and Formal Arabic. Fridays we get all three; 2 hours of Formal and 1 hour for each dialect.<br />
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A received a request from last week's blog for more info on my daily routine. It's not all that much different from routine in the US. Classes start every day at 10am at the Center and I live about a 25 minute walk from it so I get up every morning around 8:45am to get dressed and eat breakfast around 9 or 9:10 after which I brush my teeth get my things together and am out the door between 9:25 and 9:35 each morning. Normally, I get a break for lunch between 12pm and 1pm and there are two places I frequent. A sandwich place and a lentils place, the former of which is my favorite. The sandwich place makes sandwiches with an egg, cheese and your choice of fried meat (Sausage, turkey, Kefta, liver, or intestines). No, I have not tried the intestines (but I might). The lentils place sells...lentils, among other things. But they also give you bread and a big jug of homemade pulpy juice (I had carrot and orange, which was delicious) to go along with your meal. The mother of the two owners makes everything in the morning and they carry it to their shop for lunch everyday. You can get a complete and filling lunch at both places for less than 20 MAD (about 2 USD). Classes usually end between 2 and 4pm depending on which day. I then work on homework for 2 to 3 hours. Additionally I have to meet with my language partner 4 hours each week, which I prefer to spread out across 4-1 hour sessions. After I finish with school work, I will sometimes go running in a park across the street from my homestay before eating dinner between 8 and 9. I'm usually in bed and asleep between 11:30 and 12am after reading for a bit.<br />
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Keep the questions and comments coming!<br />
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Best,<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-6151759837178792322017-07-09T05:55:00.002-07:002017-07-09T05:55:21.652-07:00Week 3: Day trip to RabatHello again. We have just completed our last full week of only Moroccan Arabic and will be moving into Egyptian and Formal Arabic next week, which marks our first full month in Morocco and what a month its been. I have finally found a great place to go for daily runs and it happens to be located across the street from my home-stay!<br />
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This week we started and finished a unit focusing on health and family not only in terms of vocabulary, expressions, and grammar used to talk about those topics, but also the topics themselves. We had a great discussion on alternative forms of medicine both in the US and in Morocco, particularly the use of Medical Marijuana, a topic I have seldom touched upon even in the US.<br />
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I capped off the week with a day trip to Rabat, the Moroccan capital, which round trip only cost about 14 USD (its about a 2 hr train ride from Meknes). We journeyed all over the city from the site of some old roman ruins to the Mausoleum housing the tomb of a previous king (Hassan II) and of course, to the beach.<br />
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I'm going to try something new. Some people dive really deep into different topics and are extremely detailed and thorough in their posts. I can do that but normally choose not to as I find it difficult to decide on what to write about at length in my posts. If a particular questions poses itself to you I invite you to post it in the comments and I will cover it in my next blog post.<br />
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Until next time,<br />
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Johnny M. John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-31084311505566086792017-07-01T05:50:00.000-07:002017-07-01T05:50:37.140-07:00Week 2: Back to the NorthAfter Eid al-Fitr and celebrating the end of the Holy Month of Ramadan, we set out on a little vacation to Northern Morocco. Specifically, we visited Asilah, Tetouan, Tangier, and we stayed in an Iqaam in the beach town of Martil, right on the Mediterranean. The drive by bus was about 5 to 6 hours both ways so there was plenty of time to nap, snack, and take lots of pictures of the passing scenery whether it be farms, towns, villages, or cows. Some of our language partners and teachers accompanied us which was great for keeping up with our language as well as having people help us navigate new places. Although, since I have already been to Tangier and Asilah, I didn't need too much help.<br />
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The beaches were relaxing and clean (الحمد لله) and I have plenty of pictures this time! You can find them on Facebook with my announcement of this blog post. So those of you who get tired of listening to me ramble can rejoice! At the beginning of each city we visited, each student from the three classes gave a 1-2 minute presentation in Arabic about an aspect of the town we were visiting (Culture, History, Demography, Geography, Famous figures, etc). Even though each town lied in about a 3 hour radius it was amazing how different each city's history was. Tangier has always been famous for designation as an international zone in the late 20th century that attracted beatnik writers and international spies alike. Tetouan and Asilah are both heavily influenced by Spanish culture and you will frequently read and hear Spanish spoken throughout the city centers.<br />
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This week we resume our classes and push through our last full week of only Moroccan Darija. Next week will introduce Formal and Egyptian Arabic in addition to Moroccan. Stay tuned for updates and pictures from our Fourth of July celebration. Questions and requests are always welcome.<br />
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All for now,<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-91290776657238562952017-06-22T12:29:00.001-07:002017-06-22T12:29:44.956-07:00Round 2: week 1: too many colons<p dir="ltr">My blogs this time around are going to be a little shorter as I have less time to devote to them but will hopefully be entertaining the nonetheless. Quality over quantity as they say. It's been a hard week. I've already been sick, sobbed over being so far from my lovely fiancee, but it seems to be rounding out quite nicely. Everyone I've met thus far has been exactly what I needed and then some. I believe that if I face any obstacles that need hurdling, I'll have a slew of stellar people to support me. Here are some photos I've taken of the city and in class. Feel free to post questions and concerns or what you'd like to hear about in future posts as I'm always to suggestions. </p>
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John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-62258110195980912812015-08-08T04:49:00.001-07:002015-08-08T04:49:29.558-07:00Asila, Hammams, and my last week in the MaghribSo this is very likely going to be my last post as next week will be absorbed by studying for my final exam. I never did a post about my trip to Asila and I never posted any of the pictures from that trip so I guess I will start there. <br />
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Asila is a small beach town about 1 hour outside of Tangier and yet it still took us about 3 hours to get to our hostel in the city from Tangier. Moroccan time never fails to disregard any and all plans you may have to be even remotely on time to anything. I may sound salty and it is because I am. But once we finally arrived in Asila my spirits were lifted. It was a very beautiful city with a lot of murals and art covering the stone and brick walls of the Old medina. At the same time, it was also a tourist trap. We tried to sit down at a restaurant to enjoy some dessert and tea after dinner and the waiter proceeded to explain in Arabic, Spanish, French, and maybe Darija too that we had to order an entree to dine in that restaurant. We then responded by leaving as quickly as possible after telling him we needed a minute to decide what to order. My patience for being bleed dry for money was pretty low at that point in time.<br />
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Our hostel was one of the nicest places we have stayed at to date and also one of the cleanest. It was a little northwest of the Old medina and the beaches in a fairly secluded residential neighborhood. I enjoyed the quietest night of sleep since I arrived in Tangier. The woman working the front desk amazed me with her ability to seamlessly switch between Spanish, French, and English as needed. When it came to Arabic, she could usually understand but not respond. The guests came from all over Europe and there were even a couple of people from Asia as well. It was definitely a much different experience traveling to a hostel outside of Ramadan in comparison to the first hostel we stayed at. At the same time though, I feel like much less of a tourist than when I took that first journey to Rabat from Tangier. Maybe that's why I get so agitated when I go to super touristy places. I'm not a native by any sense of the word but I've been living here for weeks and, especially when I am in Tangier, I don't feel like a tourist walking around the neighborhood and seeing the same people every day. There's still a lot to Morocco that I haven't seen but the place feels more like a home than I ever thought it would. I have the people I've met here to thank for that.<br />
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But then I have new cultural experiences such as going to a traditional Moroccan hammam (basically like a spa) that remind me I'm still a tourist in many ways. First of all I would like to say that this place was incredibly clean and I felt very relaxed at the end of the appointment. It started in true Moroccan fashion, 45 minutes late, and I walked in to notice we were the only ones in the place and the only ones who were male. I figured the people in the wash rooms were going to be male so I did not think much of it but then my host brother said "oh no this place is normally only for women but I know the owners so I reserved for just us." Now I'm thinking, am I going to be basically bathed by women and as it turned out my assumptions were correct. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel uncomfortable at any point during the appointment. However, it was an interesting cultural experience and I would do it again. Maybe. Maybe with men would be less uncomfortable.<br />
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So in the next week you guys can look forward to hopefully a video of me singing for the CLS end of the summer talent show on Wednesday. Also I will be posting more photos today of the past week or so. <br />
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Sorry for the short post but I've got a lot of work to do before I leave so I'll see you all back in America.<br />
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Thanks for reading,<br />
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Johnny M.John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-68048909417902030532015-07-31T08:43:00.001-07:002015-07-31T08:43:53.589-07:00A Weekend in the Blue city This past weekend the crew and I traveled to one of Northern Morocco's most famous vacation spots, Chefchauoen. The views and the sites from the Blue pearl, as it is known, are among the most unique Morocco has shown me. You won't find a city that looks quite like Chefchaouen anywhere else in the world. With its blue walls and unobstructed views from near the top of the Rif Mountain Range, it was an experience I will never forget. Additionally, about 45 minutes to an hour outside of the city is a breathtaking hike (about 2 to 3 hours there and back) to a waterfall. I'm sure there are tons of great hikes in and around the city being so high up and close to the mountains but I was only there for a weekend so we wanted to pick the most memorable one we could find. Accommodations were a lot better than expected in all honesty. AirBnB is my savior as we found a beautiful little house at the top of the city with a fantastic view and only paid 30 bucks for the whole weekend!<div>
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Some things to keep in mind about Chefchauoen for interested parties, it is the weed capital of Morocco and because of that it is extremely touristy. Marijuana probably is not the only reason but it is probably one of the primary reasons and while we were in the city walking through it we probably got approached by dealers at least 2 to 4 times on any given walk. Also you can sometimes see the fields on the drive over from Tetuoan or Tangier. Now because the city is so touristy it is not the best place to buy souvenirs in the souq because they jack up the prices like crazy. I just noticed the prices of hats, bags, and the like on the street and knew it was only going to get worse from there. As if that was not enough evidence of the impending price surge I also noticed multiple shops selling postcards; the international symbol of gift shops. No other place that I have visited in my almost two months here have I seen a shop selling postcards. So shoppers and knick-knackers beware, Chefchauoen is out to empty your wallet. Not actually. The people are very kind and are just trying to make a living but prices there are just higher than other places in Northern Morocco. Knowledge is half the battle.</div>
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Knowledge is also winning the battle against my sanity this week. It's probably been the hardest week of the program in awhile. At the same time it was very rewarding though because I started practicing for our Oral exam next week to measure the progress we've made in our speaking and it was so much easier than the first time around. For the first time in this program I can see my progress and it's very motivating but I still feel like there's so much more work to be done. I take that as a sign that I'm in the right business if I can make this much progress in something over an entire summer and still want to push further and develop my skills to an even higher level. It's been a very fulfilling realization for me.</div>
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Discussions get better each week with this week's discussions ranging from how Oil shaped the Gulf to Guantanamo Bay and Contemporary poetry. I am always interested in what topics are book picks to discuss although sometimes they seem pretty grab bag. What's more interesting is to see what articles our teachers pick for us to delve into each week and this week it was Guantanamo. I wish they would focus more on news relevant to the Arab World because whenever I find myself in a discussion about issues in Morocco or the Arab World I feel unprepared and our News class could easily fix that issue.</div>
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I did lead a discussion about Tamazight (berber) culture in Morocco and efforts to give the Berber people more access to education and a more significant political voice. Naturally I drifted more towards talking about language issues specifically and effort by the Institute for Amazight Culture to create a written form of Amazight to be used by all Berber people in Morocco across the 3 different dialects. I really wanted to visit the Institute while I was in Rabat but time got away from me. The most difficult aspect of Berber issues is that there are so many different tribes and groups that it becomes difficult for them as one to voice their concerns. It's even more difficult when they don't have a language they share as the different dialects are not mutually intelligible.</div>
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The majority of grade school education in Morocco is done in either French or Arabic so when Berber people enter school and don't speak one of those languages they quickly fall behind. Since Berber life is centered around the family and supporting the family many just drop out and help on the farm or around the house. Additionally, they may sell jewelry or fabrics in a souq to make money for the family as well. </div>
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John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-21873795374052795432015-07-22T10:44:00.000-07:002015-07-22T11:45:53.232-07:00Christmas in JulyLife here is astoundingly different post Ramadan which is something that everyone told me before I came, during the flight, and throughout the month of Ramadan itself. But as with most things, it's one thing to hear about it and expect it and another thing entirely to experience it firsthand. This past weekend was Eid-al Fitr which is the holiday that marks the end of the month of Ramadan and for some reason Morocco was a day later than the rest of world. I still do not understand why. From what I was told, I gathered that a religious authority looks to the sky on the 29th day of the fast and if he sees the crescent moon then Eid is the next day. If he does not see the crescent moon then everyone has to fast for another day. Since we can predict the moon cycle I assumed that we would know for sure when Eid was going to be but that was not the case. There must be something else that goes into deciding when Eid is but despite all my questions I do not have a clear answer. Nonetheless, waiting one extra day after being in the thick of it for a month was not the end of the world but this is coming from someone who was not fasting for the majority of the month so I'm sure my friends and host family here were of a slightly different opinion on the matter.<br />
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Irregardless of the day Eid happened to fall on it was a wonderful day of celebration and time with my new friends and family. More importantly, after waiting for a month I finally feasted upon some authentic Moroccan couscous! And I'm not going to mince words here, it was pretty damn glorious. My host mother allowed us to assist in the cutting and skinning of some of the vegetables but I'm not going to steal Rashita's thunder because she killed the couscous game that day. She also made a tomato-based sauce with some paprika and other spices to drizzle over the couscous. It was perfectly moist and the flavors of the chicken and the sauce really meshed well and I loved the texture that the cabbage and carrots added to the dish. Overall, one of my best culinary experiences in Morocco to date (Get it? Dates, morocco, trust me I'm a riot...)<br />
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Also, you're probably wondering at this point why the title of my blog is Christmas in July (unless you're muslim and have experienced Eid before and know about Christmas) and I am now going to tell you. The entire day reminded of Christmas. There you have it folks. Only kidding but what an explanation that would be. Anywho, on the morning of Eid people wake up and go to the mosque and eat a breakfast that consists almost exclusively of sweets. Children and adolescents on Eid also receive presents and money from their families after the events of the morning most people proceed to adventure from house-to-house of their extended family to eat more sweets and drink more tea and coffee. My roommates and I completed this "house crawl" of sorts to two houses, one in the old medina, and one closer to where I live in Northern Tangier. In between houses we had a particularly interesting experience with a Taxi that I will never forget for as long as I live.<br />
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Most taxis in Tangier drive around major streets when they are vacant and search for eager people yearning for adventure but there is another kind of taxi, one that is considerably cheaper, a good deal more dangerous, but quadruple the excitement. These taxis have a predetermined route with two major stops and when they reach the main destinations anyone standing around immediately rushes to the doors shoving and pushing any stranger out of the way to obtain a seat. I honestly have never seen anything like it. No one got overtly violent but there was definitely some horseplay going on. After about 20 minutes of waiting we were about to give up but then one last taxi came down and one of my roommates grabbed the handle of the moving taxi and hopped in pushing up against the door on the opposite side of the car in an attempt to leave space for all four of us in the back of the cab. It was an ingenious plan that somehow managed to work and within a minute we were on our way to stuff our faces with more pastries and cookies then our bodies had room for. I will say that I slept well that night but I unfortunately had to wake up at around 7:30 the next day for our day trip to a neighboring beach town. Not the worst reason in the world to wake up early.<br />
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But early morning beach soccer with no breakfast is not the easiest thing to do in the world but I made it work. And after a long game I had the freezing cold water to remind me where I was. We went to an Archaeological museum set up in an old Berber city which was a little more interesting than I am going to make it out to be, but not a whole lot. I liked what the museum had to offer which was ruins of a roman-era city and really fascinating construction plans and replicas of the city itself but the presentation of the museum left a lot to be desired in my opinion. There was a lack of any discernible organization and if I didn't have someone from the school telling me what we were walking through this small paragraph about my visit might not exist and then you all would be sad because you all love hearing me talk so much. It's ok guys I get that a lot. It's ok to feel sad sometimes. I'm here for you all.<br />
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This week's discussions have been pretty on point thus far. On Monday we had a listening about Moroccan music and I learned a little from that video but most of it was not new unfortunately. I really want to learn about some popular Moroccan bands of any genre and I have been exposed to bits an pieces of the music culture here but I want more. We read an interesting piece a couple weeks ago in class about the spread of Hip-hop from the Bronx to Morocco over the past 20 or thirty years. Basically the way things get to Morocco from the U.S, at least for a long time, was through France. Now the relationship is more direct with social media and the increase in programs such as the one in which I am currently participating. What I'm trying to say is I want Moroccan Hip-hop and my current attempts to learn more about specific types of Moroccan music have been futile. But I'm nothing if not persistent, and impatient, sometimes I think one may cause the other but I'll let you all decide which because I'm a man of the people and a people of the man. <br />
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Discussions on day two got a little more serious where we talked about issues of social and personal freedom throughout Morocco in addition to reading an article about why American journalism sucks. While I am not of this opinion, it was clear that this author was and I think he had some good points. The discussion about personal freedom was not as in depth as I would of liked but we only had about 40 minutes with that teacher before he left so I could always pick it back up in office hours. The discussion essentially consisted of a story about women being objectified and another story about gay people being out in the open in Fez. Other than making sure we understood what the article was saying, we did not talk much about the issues inherent in the article which was disappointing but we had an article about sexual harassment to read tonight for homework so details on that discussion to come hopefully in the next post.<br />
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The journalism article basically attacked American Media as a whole for not producing quality or accurate news about subjects in the Middle east or outside the U.S. in general. There was a lot of criticism about the 24-hour news cycle of sources like CNN producing "garbage" news as well as richer and more well known outlets catering to specific groups of people. I do not know much about how journalists actually do their job, particularly foreign correspondents but I do know that it's hard to provided news to a country where the majority of people don't care about Foreign policy, at least as much as they care about other issues such as economic reform or social equality. The article also stated that American was a place that prides itself on and preaches Freedom of the press while censorship still exists. That is a point that I don't hear very often and I assume the author was pointing to the fact that at least some news papers are owned by wealthy businessmen who could conceivably affect what gets printed and what does not. I am sure those people exert their influence but I also feel like the alternative is to be like Morocco and have the government own the majority of the papers. Personally, I choose the former of the two options.<br />
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Well, food for thought by the pound tonight ladies and gentlemen. As always comments and criticisms are always welcome.<br />
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So many different languages are tossed around in daily life
in Morocco that I turned it into a fun little game I like to call Linguistics
roulette. This game is particularly enjoyed
by the taxi drivers of Tangier. Some of
them speak Formal Arabic, Darija, French, Spanish, and English, and some of them
speak a wild combination of any of the aforementioned languages. The most common combination in Tangier I have
found is Arabic, Spanish, and French.
When in cabs I find myself inadvertently switching in a lot of Arabic
for the Spanish I am trying to produce.
It is a great brain exercise and it will allow me to become more fluid
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Morocco definitely gives you plenty of opportunities to hear
various languages and because our host brother has a different person, or people,
over for dinner every night we get plenty of practice hearing a lot of
different accents and languages. I think
there have only been one or two dinners in the month that I have been here
where a new person did not join us for dinner.
Our dinners usually take around an hour and a half and we talk about
everything. Some family – friendly topics
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The topics we discuss in class are among the same lines in
that we just seem to talk about anything and everything. In the past week, we have discussed the
differences between Greek and Middle Eastern theatre, the relationship between
Islam and international politics, the Iranian nuclear deal, and the conflict
between formal Arabic and the various dialects across the Arab world. I felt engaged in all the aforementioned
topics but most especially in the theatre and language discussions
respectively. My interest and passion
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Mom, this paragraph is for you. I assume most of you know about the classic
Greek tragedy, which focuses on the destiny of the hero bestowed upon him by
the Gods. Well, Egyptian theatre is all
about choice and about the main character being a hero because he can make the
tough everyday choices and change his destiny.
The concept of free will that exists at the core of these plays is
challenged a lot by so+*me authors like Vonnegut and believers of fate but I sort
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Speaking of tough decisions, traveling to Al Hoeceima this past weekend was full of them. Not really but sometimes smooth transitions between paragraphs are few and far between. Deciding between taking a 6 hour taxi or bus through the mountains was annoying, nonetheless. We ended up choosing the taxi because it was cheaper but the ride there definitely left room for improvement in the comfort department. The city itself was kind of disappointing in all honesty because I had heard that it was a beautiful beach town but the only impression I got from it was a smaller Tangier where I did not speak the language of the majority of the people. We did do a 13 kilometer hike through the mountains where I experienced some of the most beautiful scenery in my life so that was definitely the highlight of the trip. The pictures I took are breathtaking and can be found on Facebook for those who want to see.</div>
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Back to the language issue, the majority of people there spoke a type of Darija I had not heard before or the Berber language, Tamazight. Both of which proved problematic for me, barely able to understand even the Darija that is spoken around me every day. You'd also be hard pressed to find people who even understood the Fusha or formal Arabic that I speak best. But being exposed to a new dialect really opens the door for incredibly enriching cultural exchange, as my language partner told me. That was part of a bigger conversation we had about issues between the various dialects and Arabic and the Fusha that is taught in schools. I told him that to bridge the gap between all of these Arab countries that essentially speak different languages, Fusha is not sufficient and he agreed. Then, I moved on to discuss improving the quality of translation systems between different dialects and make them more accessible to everyone. He then responded that he believed that solution would allow for better cultural exchange in addition to methods such as watching movies or reading magazines and newspapers from the target country. Overall, one of my favorite discussions of the trip so far and very productive at the same time. </div>
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In my opinion, the discussions I have had with people in Tangier have been very interesting and very beneficial for both me and them. One night, a college-age girl and her brother came upstairs to our apartment to study with us. Her being a student and English and us as students of Arabic produced a mutually beneficial study session. We talked a lot about our studies and why we studied the languages that we did and I just had to applaud her courage for coming upstairs and talking with us because those sorts of interactions with the people are what sets this program apart from others with similar goals for the participants. </div>
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In one of my classes last week we had a great conversation about whether or not money could buy you happiness which I feel I have talked about a lot in my two study abroad experiences. The reason for this is because conceptions of wealth and possession are slightly different in every culture. While, of course everyone would like to not worry about money in an ideal scenario, some cultures (notably Western culture) places more emphasis on material possessions. Going off of that, these discussions are probably important just to show people what is valued in other cultures and that it is not always money. </div>
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Anyway some meaty fixings for the brain with this post so comments are welcomed, encouraged, and desired.</div>
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As always thanks for reading.<o:p></o:p></div>
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John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-4528285416933757352015-07-02T12:04:00.002-07:002015-07-04T14:37:12.925-07:00A Weekend in RabatI'm gonna be real. Rabat was kind of boring but I have many more interesting things to talk about so bear with me for the time being. There were some interesting things about Rabat that I will delve into now but the fact that I found it less exciting than Tangier coupled with the lack of things to do during the day because of Ramadan made for a sub-par experience. <br>
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Rabat is about the size of Baltimore surprisingly enough. It is much more city-like in comparison to Tangier. I say that because it is much denser and more congested where as Tangier is bigger and wider in just about every sense imaginable. There was one main street that I heard people talk about/actually went to so my knowledge of the layout is to an extent basic. Nonetheless, I was happy to be able to walk along the cornish near the water and through the old medina. The souq in the old medina was much more established and rustic than any souq I have seen thus far in Tangier. It was clear that people had been going to this souq every day for many years. What was more interesting was seeing how quickly the medina and the area surrounding the towering walls of it were cleared out in the hour leading up to Ramadan. I mean, our walk through it began around 6:30 and then we spent some time on the water and the return walk around 7:45 was an entirely different experience. By that I mean everything was closed and the population went from hundreds, thousands even, to maybe twelve. This was not a surprise as much as it was impressive how quickly people could clean-up and rush home to break the fast. Then again no one wants to break the fast by themselves.<br>
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Things seemed to exist much more in isolation in Rabat than in Tangier. I think this may be because we did not have the chance to visit the less urban parts of Rabat and see the more residential areas. However it seems to me at least that Tangier is much more open and community-oriented. People congregate and converse even in the middle of city and Rabat just didn't portray that same sense of community to me. Again, I think I need to spend more time in Rabat to get a better feel for it and explore more of the city.<br>
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Now for the part everyone has been waiting for, FOOD! I for whatever reason thought that the food was going to be really spicy. Maybe it was wishful thinking or cultural naivete but the world will probably never know what I was thinking when I arrived in Casablanca. Jet-lagged and without comfortable sleep for more than 48 hours. I did a food project on Morocco not too long ago and got an A so one would assume these would be things I would know. One would be wrong on this particular occasion.<br>
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Moving past my digressions, the food is very eclectic (European and in particular Spanish influence in Tangier) and I cannot find many words to generally describe the flavors I experience. Especially since when I gave my host family Old bay the mother tasted it and reacted in way that I interpreted as "yeah, I could see myself cooking fish with this" which I then used as a basis for the question "what is the moroccan flavor?" Well for starters, it's good. Unfortunately for Ramadan, every dinner is more or less the same consisting of <i>Harira, </i>which is a tomato-based soup sometimes consisting of beef and usually containing noodles or rice. Hard-boiled eggs are also a staple of any Moroccan <i>iftaar</i>. I like to take the hard-boiled eggs and place them in the <i>Harira.</i> Word to the wise if you find yourself at <i>Iftaar </i>in the Maghrib. Additionally, there are always a helpful serving of dates. My host brother told me a neat story about how at the first iftaar, the first thing that was eaten was a date so he always starts with the <i>tamr</i>. I now find myself doing the same thing because I enjoyed not only the story but the sentiment as well. </div><div><br></div><div>In addition to all the delicious options I have listed there is always a sea of bread waiting to be devoured. I could spend honestly an entire blog post just discussing and describing in detail the different kinds of bread I have seen and our eaten and the various iftaars I've attended. </div><div><br></div><div>There's never a dull a moment at our family dinners as we have four CLS students in a our house unlike most other families. James and Aaron live in the apartment with the family and Derek and I live in an apartment upstairs complete with a bathroom, balcony and small kitchen. In addition to discussing everything from US foreign policy and politics to education systems in Morocco we also usually have a new person at the table just about every night. The rotating guest is a great way to get different perspectives and advice on Tangier as well as to improve my listening skills. Listening to different speakers often forces you to become efficient at adapting to different accents and registers. </div><div><br></div><div>I have more topics to discuss but I will save them for the next post. It has been so long since the events I'm writing took place that I'm on a completely different outing at the current moment. The next post will discuss my trip to Central Morocco and more interactions which the people of Tangier. </div><div><br></div><div>As always thanks for reading,</div><div><br></div><div>Johnny M.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>
John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-36122315161713573402015-06-25T09:18:00.001-07:002015-06-25T09:27:48.549-07:00Adjustments are being madeThe title of this blog is a phrase I have been telling myself in order to deal with the onslaught of language and culture that has become my daily routine. As wonderful, exciting, eye-opening, and breathtaking as it is, at the same time it wreaks havoc on me physically so I just have to keep reminding myself that I am a student, I am learning, I need to be flexible, and that adjustments are being made.<br />
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I spent the majority of my first day on my homework which is not entirely unexpected. I always knew I was going to be hit hard with a heavy workload early on but I guess I was a little overconfident and underestimated the resolve of the curriculum writers when they used the word "intensive" to describe this program. All of my Arabic classes since the beginning of my first year in college have been considered intensive so I assumed this summer would be on that level.<br />
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I neglected to remind myself however that I am supposed to be covering two of those semester-long<br />
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Darija is incredibly difficult as itself and the Modern Standard Arabic are not mutually intelligible and as my host brother says about his mother when I asked her what languages she spoke besides Arabic: "She does not speak Arabic, she speaks Darija." It's like being in ARAB 104 at UMD all over again. But hopefully by the end of the summer I will be able to barter in the souqs and talk about sports with some of the locals.<br />
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My host family is made up of some of the nicest and most delightful people I have ever met. Ishmael (no he has not read Moby Dick, I asked) is the brother and the one who shows us around and talks to us at dinner. He speaks Formal Arabic, Darija, French, and fantastic English for only studying for 2 years. He and his mother have been doing this for a few years and he has used the opportunity to practice his English with people from all over Europe and Asia. His knowledge of American culture and Politics is impressive to say the least as he can talk intelligently about the past 2 or three American presidents. <br />
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So far on my journey I have walked all around Tangier, the old medina where the first people settled, stumbled in a James Bond set (some people claimed to have spotted Christoph Waltz), and done some Arabic calligraphy (pictures to come). We've also planned a trip to Rabat, the capital, for this upcoming weekend and CLS has a group trip planned for Meknes and Central Morocco next weekend. They definitely like to keep us busy and luckily the American school in Tangier campus has plenty of activites to go around. There is an indoor and outdoor basketball court, multi-purpose natural grass athletic field, swimming pool, locker and shower facilities, and WiFi. The last one's important because I can't access the internet to talk to all you wonderful people without this campus. There's also a playground for use during our hourly breaks. They sometimes last a little longer than our teachers would like but if you saw the weather here it would be hard to spend most of the day inside for you as well I'm sure.<br />
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People always ask what's different between here and home, both Moroccans and people back in the states and there are a lot of small things but there are also a few "Snuu?" moments that occur in the day-to-day grind. Snuu? meaning "what" in Moroccan Darija. For one when there's an accident or any kind of medical emergency and someone calls and Ambulance, it takes at least 30 minutes to an hour to arrive if you are lucky. There are a few reasons for this in my opinion. One, traffic is horrendous and people are stubborn but also if you do not have insurance in Morocco or cannot pay money then you are not treated to the best of my understanding. If you are dying they may operate to keep you breathing, maybe. I will have to investigate further to find a definite answer, nonetheless, the state of health in Morocco is utterly abhorrent and reforms need to be made but unfortunately the government is uninterested in doing anything else then maintaining the status quo and the citizens to the best of my knowledge are uneager to demand action from elected officials. Additionally, some people like Ishmael, who are incredibly intelligent and well-educated do not vote because they have no confidence in their government. I should inquire further into the politics of Morocco with my Language partner. FYI, Language partners are native Moroccans who you meet with 3 hours a week or more to practice your Arabic. All very nice, sharp, funny, and as eager to learn things about you are you are about them. Nothing but positive experiences to report thus far except that my language partner had an emergency with work in Rabat and had to leave this week but he will be back in shaa allah and I will have more to report at that juncture. <br />
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If there is anything else anyone would like to know about and like me to talk more about in this post (I can edit or comment if necessary) or my next post, please feel free to ask.<br />
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All for now,<br />
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<br />John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-26478444524438112192015-06-16T12:37:00.001-07:002015-06-16T16:46:23.805-07:00Last day in the US<p dir="ltr">Why they jam packed all our orientation activities into a single day I will never understand. Especially considering that before we go to the airport at 5 we have nothing to do. </p>
<p dir="ltr">In that time I have walked around 4 miles (after running around 2 miles) around DC helping my fellow scholars find souvenirs for their host families. It's proving surprisingly difficult given DC prices in general and the elevated prices of Georgetown. It's important to find that delicate balance of unique, useful, and cheap. But after finding many souvenirs we made a pit stop at a small Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. Details to follow.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Chinese place was good. Fresh rice noodles and yummy beef makes me a happy man. Now only 5 hours until the plane leaves! <br></p>
John Mathenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17014952585091239027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3621870786363165037.post-80217706688734483272015-06-15T15:31:00.001-07:002015-06-15T19:06:10.684-07:00The Arrival Had a very full day of orientation but received some much needed advice and information about life both during and after Tangier. The picture is from outside my room and although this post is pretty dry I promise much more excitement and substance in the many posts to come.<br />
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